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Floating in Space: The Banker
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One family's journey through life, autism, and whatever else comes our way. My sweet, generous little girl. She is so sweet! They have a few coins and think they are set! October 3, 2008 at 1:14 PM. Lori at Spinning Yellow. She is sweet. If only those coins could really help . October 3, 2008 at 2:11 PM. Amy from Occupation: Mommy. What a sweetheart to put those ideas all together that way. October 3, 2008 at 3:25 PM. She is a delightful girl for sure! October 3, 2008 at 8:21 PM. That is the dearest!
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Floating in Space: August 2008
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One family's journey through life, autism, and whatever else comes our way. Where Babies Come From. Annie: Hey, Dad. Do you remember when you comed to the hospital and picked me out? Eyes twinkling with amusement. Yeah and you picked me instead of the other babies because I was the best one there and you liked me the best. Dad: That's right, honey. As you can see we have yet to have THE TALK. I wonder how much longer we can get away with her version of the facts of life. An obvious play on the R-word.
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Floating in Space: March 2008
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One family's journey through life, autism, and whatever else comes our way. Last night marked my return to the running. World Butterflies danced around my stomach with the thought of running again after a near 3 year hiatus. Any thoughts of self-doubt quickly dissapated the moment I laced up my too-new-looking shoes. Slipping into those shoes was like being enveloped in the familiar embrace of an old friend. I can Do this. I can Do this. I can Do this. The Things I See. She only hears Miss Teresa's words...
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Floating in Space: July 2008
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One family's journey through life, autism, and whatever else comes our way. Each morning we walk past the row of stately sycamores, their trunks adorned with yellow ribbons. And each morning she turns to me and asks me the same question in her squeaky little voice,. Mommy, why are there yellow ribbons on those trees? My answer is always simple, always the same. They are for the men and women in the military,. And each time she utters,. Information about services for Evan can be found here. Diary of a Mom.
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Floating in Space: A Fabulous Day
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One family's journey through life, autism, and whatever else comes our way. So it was with great surprise at dismissal time that I was greeted by a smiling Kate coupled with an enthusiastic thumbs up from the teacher. "A fabulous day! The teacher gushed. No time for elaboration, Kate was quickly deposited into the car and off we drove, leaving a million unanswered questions swirling around my head. What did she mean? A fabulous day for a kid with issues? Or a fabulous day just like any kid might have?
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Floating in Space: May 2008
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One family's journey through life, autism, and whatever else comes our way. Wordless Wednesday: Magic Markers and Babies- Not a Good Combination. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Wife, mom of 3, average well-rounded scholar, athlete, musician, dancer, photographer, and whatever else I am interested in at the moment. View my complete profile. Wordless Wednesday: Magic Markers and Babies- Not . Some Blogs I Enjoy. Diary of a Mom. From Here to There and Back. The House that Osh Built. Send me an email.
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Floating in Space: A New Course
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One family's journey through life, autism, and whatever else comes our way. As I crossed the bridge I picked up my pace, leaving those memories behind. I rounded the bend into an area of the park I had never seen before. My legs burned as I made my way through this uncharted territory. With no memories attached to this path, I couldn't help but feel that we are on a new course, an opportunity for new memories, for new beginnings. Beautiful . such a perfect metaphor for the journey. Lori at Spinning Yellow.
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Floating in Space: December 2008
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One family's journey through life, autism, and whatever else comes our way. Because of the inherent struggles with communication, children with autism often rely on behavior to make their wants and needs known. In essence, behavior. One recent night after a lengthy battle, Kate finally accepted her fate and sat on the toilet. She was exceptionally quiet. Too quiet. I gently knocked on the door. No answer. Was she even in there? My daughter, master avoider of pooping. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Floating in Space: Avoidance
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One family's journey through life, autism, and whatever else comes our way. Because of the inherent struggles with communication, children with autism often rely on behavior to make their wants and needs known. In essence, behavior. One recent night after a lengthy battle, Kate finally accepted her fate and sat on the toilet. She was exceptionally quiet. Too quiet. I gently knocked on the door. No answer. Was she even in there? My daughter, master avoider of pooping. December 4, 2008 at 12:08 PM. Decembe...
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Floating in Space: Realization
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One family's journey through life, autism, and whatever else comes our way. I have spent the last year of my life telling myself that if we give her an extra year in preschool she will be caught up. The issues will be resolved, the gaps filled in. I foolishly let myself believe the autism would simply disappear. Sending hugs and nods of understanding. November 13, 2008 at 6:49 AM. I know. oh how i know. It hits me like an anvil to the chest every once in a while. November 13, 2008 at 10:12 AM. For me, co...